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Saturday, September 08, 2012

Ghazal: the
last words of a dying deer to its beloved, strung together in the form of
rhyming couplets. Ghazal is an elegy and an ode, a lyrical and stylized lament,
a whimsical play of words, a wistful cry rolled into five couplets or more. Ghazal,
like sonnet or villanelle or haiku or sestina, is an example of a formal poem
and is supposed to be written under strict metrical and rhyming constraints. Each
couplet (sher) is a complete thought and
a poem in itself. Each couplet ends with a repeating word or phrase (like
tonight is the refrain or radif above),
and the word immediately before the refrain (expel, cell, hell) rhymes across
the couplets. The opening couplet (or matla)
announces the refrain and the rhyme scheme (called kaafiya) in the first line itself, and the remaining couplets
arrive in the same meter (bahr). The
meter, rhyming penultimate word and the refrain synergistically provide an
effect of passion, obsession, perhaps even a periodic sob or sigh, and though
each new couplets begins with a first line that can travel a different
landscape of feeling, the return to refrain in second couplet is like a homecoming.
The penultimate word signals the return. The last couplet (maqta) often contains the chosen name or pseudonym of a poet (takhalus), as if the poet signs off with
a couplet that contains his last words, his epitaph. These constraints within
the form are similar to the constraints imposed by the society on love,
thought, liberty and ideas. The English language is one of the few
Western/European languages where ghazal (pronounced ghuzzle) has made an
appearance on the page. My essay is formally about the Anglicized ghazal, but
to imagine, inspire, write and judge poems in a particular form, requires an
awareness of its clichés and characteristics. No poet in English must write an
essay or a collection of sonnets without a certain familiarity with
Shakespeare, though missing out on sonnets written in Indian languages is
perhaps permissible.

In the
beginning, in seventh century, ghazal was Arabic. By the tenth century, she
conquered many hearts and lands in the East. The form reached its maturity as a
form in the hands of Persian masters. In the West, when Goethe and Lorca
experimented with this form: they were primarily inspired by the ghazal of
Hafiz (or Hafez), the fourteenth century Farsi poet, said to be the greatest
exponent of the form. The celebrated thirteenth century poet, Amir Khusrau was
probably the first major poet to popularize ghazal in the Indian subcontinent
and first to infuse words from khadi boli
(early version of Hindi/Urdu). Subsequently, Urdu poets like Wali Deccani, Mir
Taqi 'Mir', Ghalib, Dard, Dagh, Zauq, Momin, Faiz, Faraz, Firaq, Faiz and
Faraz, as well as Dushyant Kumar (Hindi), Shiv Kumar Batalvi (Punjabi) and
numerous Bollywood lyricists contributed to the popularity of ghazal in India.
Ghazal, performed by celebrated, classically trained singers in varied
languages have supplied many unforgettable rhymes to love-stricken as well as
to literary minded classes and masses in India, Pakistan, Iran, Arab world and
elsewhere. Mirza Ghalib, whose ghazals are infused with philosophical
questions, is probably the most celebrated poet in the Urdu language. The
introduction of ghazal to American poets is often linked to the Ghalib
translation project of Aljaz Ahmed in 1960s. Adrienne Rich, William Stafford
and W. S. Merwin all worked with a literal translation of Ghalib's Urdu ghazals
to render their own versions in English. The translation project spawned an
interest in the form, but early on, American poets wrote ghazals without an
awareness of its rich, multi-cultural, multi-layered history, and without
attention to any formal constraints.

In fact,
before Agha Shahid Ali (1949-2001) took a loudspeaker and a sledgehammer to
chide poets for calling any string of couplets written by them as a ghazal,
English (American) poets created verses without constraints, without refrain,
without meter, without a unity that is enforced by the rhyme scheme and the
lament-like undercurrent. They created so-called ghazals without allusions or
gratitude to a rich Eastern inheritance. Anguished by reading what passed for
ghazal in English and acutely aware of the sub-textual richness of the form due
to his Indian heritage, Shahid pointed out that "the Americans had got the
ghazal quite wrong". Like a teacher and Eastern mystic he patiently
explained, with examples he created, how to craft a ghazal in English. He later
edited an anthology "Ravishing Disunities: Real Ghazals in English"
where many contemporary poets wrote ghazals that Shahid accepted into the fold
(many that I would dismiss as unrealized or unsuccessful attempts). Before
revisiting the formal elements necessary for composing a ghazal, here are
selected couplets from a ghazal by Shahid that appears in his collection titled
"Call Me Ishmael Tonight":

Where are you now? Who lies beneath
your spell tonight?

Whom else from rapture’s road will
you expel tonight?

I beg for haven: Prisons, let open
your gates—

A refugee from Belief seeks a cell
tonight.

Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken;

Only we can
convert the infidel tonight.

In the heart’s veined temple, all
statues have been smashed.

No priest in saffron’s left to toll
its knell tonight.

And I, Shahid, only am escaped to
tell thee—

God
sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight.

Celebrated
ghazals by masters in Arabic, Persian, Urdu or Hindi have all the formal
elements woven into a tapestry that is intricate, complex, and beautiful. In
these cerebral yet popular ghazals, even through all constraints (social and
literary) are respected, the resulting verses are musical and lyrical, ready to
be recited or sung to diverse audiences who marvel at every turn of phrase,
every choice of rhyme, and find relief, release, joy in the ageless words of
the poet. In fact, performance of a ghazal in the East involves a protocol
unmatched by any I know of in the Western poetry. The poet first recites a
line, then repeats it, accentuating the effect by changing the tone or by
stretching out or stressing a word. The audience repeats a phrase or the line,
an expectation is built up. Now the second line of the couplet is released
amongst much fanfare. Soon the refrain is on only everybody's lip, but the
mystery of what could come before the refrain sustains the excitement. One
couplet won the approval of the audience, now the next is another battle,
another farewell, another journey, another quest, till the final verse brings
the lament to a halt, after which only a silent ache, a memory remains.

Ghazal is by
nature an address by a poet-protagonist (dying deer) to a beloved (who could be
imaginary, distant or absent). Ghazal is always a declaration, but hardly ever
a monologue. A farewell song with a detached sense of a lost cause, and also
craving expressed with a latent hope that it will reach the intended ears.
Sentimentality, abstracted to the extent that it becomes a metaphor for any
unfulfilled or unrealizable dream or desire or rather every cause worth pining,
dying or fighting for. The sufi poets of the subcontinent and of Persia compose
verses addressing the almighty as the ultimate beloved. All good ghazals arrive
in multiple incarnations, sensuous from the lips of a courtesan, spiritual in
the company of dancing dervishes or sufis, entertaining when recited in a
drunken party and thought provoking for critics and casual listeners. In Farsi
or Urdu, every ghazal engages in a dialogue with verses that came before, and
the task of writing fresh verses involves a heightened sensibility that helps
in creating suspense, surprise, pleasure, catharsis, nirvana. Why must a ghazal
in English care for the inheritance of loss, these cultures full of
constraints, semantics of unfulfilled desires or the mysticism of foreign lands?
One compelling reason, I think, is the fact that just India alone has more
English speakers than the US and UK combined. If we account for all the
countries and cultures that have memory of ghazal in another language, ignoring
this inheritance is like imagining that English language without the backdrop
of European history, religious practices, politics, literature and languages.

Is an Arbaic,
Urdu, Persian, Turkish, Hindi, Punjabi, Marathi ghazal translatable into
English, or is it so deeply rooted in a culture that is so alien to the Western
culture and audiences that every translation is bound to fail as a poem in its
own right in English? Can any English ghazal appear as true to the form to
readers and poets with a bilingual imagination, familiar with excellent ghazals
in another language? The difficulty in writing ghazals in English for someone
like me is how to recreate her tension in a way that can appeal to a reader
from the West as well as from the East simultaneously (though often due to
different reasons). When the Muslim poets express their desire for wine, praise
the goblet or a tavern, they break religious or regional laws. Lines can cost
lives, breaking the constraints can bring shackles and prison cells. The
audience in such cases derives a guilty pleasure in hearing echoes of protest
within a poem outwardly addressed to a distant, lost, unresponsive or
unattainable beloved. The presentation of sensual desires through seemingly
platonic or Victorian lines, and the pronouncement of doubt in another (God,
king, beloved) appeals as extraordinary literary feats only when insurmountable
barriers exist and words carry throbbing of an anguished art. A lament, a
near-blasphemy presented in such style that the listener is forced to marvel at
the music and the meaning and scream in pleasure: Wow (wah!). Poetry in the
west is often a leisurely activity of Lord Byrons, Emily Dickinsons, and New
Englanders but when saying anything or everything is permitted, how can you
find the tension, tacit protest, that sustains the paradoxical, wistful writing
of a ghazal?

I personally
feel that Anglicized ghazal is in an early stage of development and a Hafez or
a Ghalib will arrive in English when the language and the world is ready for
him (or her). I began writing ghazals in English after my friend and mentor
Thomas Lux urged me to to. He tested my sensibility for the form by first
giving me so-called ghazals of an American poet. After seeing my disgust, he
introduced me to the Shahid's ghazals. My personal quest for the lines that are
of inevitable, inexhaustible beauty continues. The biggest challenge is how to
write lines that a bilingual imagination like mine does not corrupt with ideas
untranslatable for listeners arriving with only one shared language. I believe
Shahid managed to bring the sensibility of the East to ghazal in English. Years
ago, I acknowledged the form has a formidable future in English, when I
listened with astonishment, pleasure and joy to Heather McHugh recite
"Ghazal of the Better-Unbegun" with a gusto that would make any Urdu
or Farsi poet proud:

Too volatile, am I? too voluble? too much a
word-person?

I blame the soup: I'm a primordially

stirred person.

Two pronouns and a vehicle was Icarus with wings.

The apparatus of his selves made an ab-

surd person.

The sound I make is sympathy's: sad dogs are tied
afar.

But howling I become an ever more un-

heard person.

McHugh, you'll be the death of me -- each self and second studied!

Addressing you like this, I'm halfway to the

third person.

**

(PS: The poems quoted by Heather and Shahid are quoted here are the intellectual property of the poets or their representatives, and are quoted here with a deep reverence for their excellent command of the form).

Vivek is a published poet. He reads & writes in Hindi and English. His poetry and essays in English are published in Poetry, Atlanta Review, The Cortland Review, Kartika
Review, Bateau, Muse India, Reading Hour, etc. He contributes columns and verses to Divya
Himachal (Hindi newspaper in India). Vivek's first collection, "Saga of a Crumpled Piece of
Paper" (63 poems, English, Writers
Workshop, Calcutta) was published in 2009.

Vivek spend his childhood in Himachal Pradesh and undergraduate years in IIT Delhi. He pursued a doctoral degree at Georgia
Tech, Atlanta (2003-2008) and he was a postdoctoral research associate in
Mechanical Engineering at Massachusetts Institute of Technology,
Cambridge (MA) (2008-2012). He currently resides in Chicago.